Page 40 of Ecstasy
“She’s been asking about you,” Jax says.
I cock a brow. Zara is still spinning, rolling her hips and laughing, her eyes still closed as people clap around us. “Is that right?”
He laughs a little. “Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on with you two but be careful with her.”
I nod, feeling uncomfortable. She must’ve told him we broke up. I don’t really like that, and I can’t help wondering if she told him why. I don’t want him thinking of her mouth on someone else’s dick. “I plan to be.”I think.
“Good.” Then he puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles, loudly. It pierces the air, quieting everyone for a moment. Zara comes to a stop, swaying a little because she’s probably dizzy as fuck, but her eyes lock onto Jax.
He jerks his head toward me, even though, considering I’m like a foot taller than him, he shouldn’t have actually had to point me out.
But Zara’s big blue-green eyes flick to me and then she squeals like a kid, clapping her hands and bouncing on her toes.
Without warning, she jumps into my arms and I catch her as she wraps her legs around me, squeezing me with her thighs.
I stumble back a step and everyone around us cheers as she kisses both of my cheeks.
I can feel her heart racing as she squeezes her arms around my neck, her chest pressed against mine.
“You’re here!”
I meet Jax’s eyes, asking him with mine what the fuck is going on. Za and I have spoken during the week but nothing great. She’s pissed at me about the party, I’m pissed at her for having another guy’s dick in her mouth, and I knew she was probably fucked up since she gave me this address in the first place. Which made me think I needed to get to her all the more.
But now she’s jumping into my arms? I didn’t think this would gothatwell.
Jax steps closer as the crowd disperses, some people dancing around the table, others drifting into the kitchen, some stacked on top of each other on the couch, making out and shit.
“She’s on something,” Jax tells me in my ear. “A new drug. Like K and coke.”
I rear my head back, my eyes narrowed. “Who gave it to her?”
He frowns. “I did. She wanted it.”
“Yessss!” Zara whisper-yells in my ear, making me flinch. “It is SO GOOD, Alex!” She kisses my cheek again.
Okay. So maybe it is good.
Her legs squeeze me tighter, and I keep her close, one hand under her ass to hold her up, the other around her back.
“It’ll probably wear off in a couple of hours, and she’ll crash,” Jax continues, like he’s a doctor or some shit, telling me the side effects. “Make sure she stays hydrated and sleeps well after it wears off, aiight?” He claps me on the back which I don’t really care for.
“I’m taking her out of here,” I inform him.
His fingers dig into my back.
I spin around to face him, hefting Zara up as she’s momentarily quiet, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Don’t fuck with her,” Jax tells me. “If you do, I’ll fuck you up.”
Considering the dude is shorter even than Zara, I want to tell him he’s fucking nuts, but he seems like he gives a shit about her so I just nod, not wanting to start anything. “All right. Thanks.”
“Tell her to text me in the morning, will you?” He nods toward her. “She’s got her phone in her bra.”
I arch a brow, suddenly regretting everyone that got to see her tits at my fucking house and how I’m a dumbass for making it happen. But some girl is tugging on Jax’s shoulder and he turns around, effectively dismissing me.
Thank God. I gotta get this guilt under control. She’s the slut.
“I’m taking us out of here, Zara,” I tell her, my mouth against her ear so she can hear me.
